Sometimes I can feel the savageness of a wolf crawl around graciously underneath my supple skin,I must confess its not always worth embracing such a creature since a lone savage wolf is a lonely depressed wolf but when you have the piliferous face of a savage unjust beast roaming the deserted planes of your soul and staring out into the inglorious abbess of the human anatomy, it makes you want to become the savage ruthless animal and take off into the obscure deep depths of the nite covered by the blinding moon….

Minute after minute, second after second I can hear my empty,heavy heart beat on. I like moments of silence but I much more enjoy the company of my friends, since they are there for me but now I’m a lone solider in a blood filled war against undecided fate of my future, At times I must confess that my immoral loneliness seeps thro my hard but soft outer shell and temps my mind with easy committed suicidal thoughts, that would allow me to escape the horrific pains of this world, end my heavy emotional suffering and leap into the unknown next….hopping for a better future than the disgraceful present

Spirits are the living memory of those who we loved in life visiting us and guiding us, spirits can also be our unjust guilty conciseness seeking revenge for our misdeeds and unrighteousness. The spirits of the deceased loved ones are not just here to watch over us but to remind us to be lawfully and morally right and to remind us who we truly are…